My fidelity is encrypted,
Like 802.11.
I\'m connected, I\'m locked on.
One\'s and zeros but the four
comes after the seven.
You may be lost, in that last line,
but I was there for it, it\'s
fine—it was the undertone-life
on the line.
She\'s an AP, but the algorithm,
the key to cipher, authenticates
through me.
A collapsing wave, she became
my view. a quantum connection
one wave collapsed into two.
The frequency of love, a virus in
the code, $ chmod +x- let it run,
it\'s the story that time told...